The Plight Of Modern Man Is That

For An Occurrence To Become An Adventure, It Is Necessary And Sufficient For One To Recount It.

That’s What Existence Means: Draining One’s Own Self Dry Without The Sense Of Thirst.

Man Is Abandoned On Earth In The Midst Of His Infinite Responsibilities, Without Help, With No Aim But What He Sets Himself.

I Am. I Am, I Exist, I Think, Therefore I Am; I Am Because I Think, Why Do I Think? I Don't Want To Think Any More, I Am Because I Think That I Don't Want To Be, I Think That I . . . Because . . . Ugh!

A Lost Battle Is A Battle One Thinks One Has Lost.